Best Fast Poems
Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
3-04-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
A movie, oh wow, when one need not be Woke!
A girl was a girl, a bloke was a bloke.
I forget I was born when times were free.
Not under pressure of societal perversity.
We had jobs, were not weird and went to school.
We had nothing free, we were not governments’
tools.
Remember when schools were open and all stores, too.
We were not Covid,freaked-out-masked fools?
Nor were our teachers the government’s tools!
Our parents taught us ethics and rules!
We did not live on cold social platforms.
We lived and loved in freedom, that was the norm!
One could tell clearly, who was a girl or boy.
There were no “man- buns”,a welcomed joy!
Hope America returns to that sense of joy.
When it’s acceptable to be the sex you were born,
either girl or boy!
Notes: Ideas from the movie.
“Fast Times at Ridgemont High”, 1982
Sean Penn, Phoebe Cates, Jennifer Jason
Leigh.
View that cholesterol wad
Sizzling cheeseburger
Hold the veggies, add ketchup
Tape burger to thighs
Hungry heart pulsates
Thump, thump, thump
Stop!
April 28, 2011
*Entry for Gwendolen’s Fast Food Epulaeryu contest
PS -- Some are misunderstanding. The "Stop" is the sound of the heart stopping when cholesterol clogs the arteries.
“Monopoly - Fast Track Equations”
Razor sharp cut quite clear
He says Trust
She says Fear
Broken glass and hidden things
He says Respect
She says Trust
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Black Lies and Alibis
He says Truth
She says Respect
Innocence is shattered
All the children wept
Steel Cages, Monopoly and Chance Cards
He says Love
She says Lost
Flying Monkeys and Kangaroo Courts
He says Lost
You say, "Here’s the Road Map, I've got the Get Out Free Card"
You get behind the wheel
Take back your soul
Foot to the floor
Keep driving fast, not slow
Pass “GO”, Do not Look Back.
Girlfriend, little sis'ta, you are right on track.
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S71_vIMQ0YY
For every step my father took,
my short legs took three.
“Daddy, please,” I called to him,
“you walk too fast for me.”
My sister took a husband;
my brother went to sea.
Our father sighed, “Our family time
has been too brief for me.”
As my teen years ended
and college lay before me,
Dad shook his head in sadness,
“It’s all too fast for me.”
When Mama died, we reminisced
their forty-seven years.
The passing time, the life they shared
were captured in our tears.
And as computers came of age,
Dad watched me surf the net.
“I’d like to learn,” he said to me,
“But I’m not ready yet.”
Then as Dad lay dying, carrying years
that numbered ninety-three,
I could not help but say aloud,
“They went too fast for me.”
* I wrote this poem on the way to my father’s funeral. I wanted to read it aloud as a tribute, but my sister said the rhyme made it sound too amateurish. She has her PhD in Literature, so I didn’t argue. I should have.
He baptized my heart with Holy water,
Rivers pure and clean.
He has set my feet upon the rock,
With a measure of faith in things unseen.
Like the hands of moses lifted high,
I will call upon him, he will hear my cry.
If I should stumble, he will break the fall,
his arms are stretched to reach us all.
I love you Jesus from my heart,
because you loved me first.
You meet my every need,
and quench my every thirst!
Hold fast my heart to the one
who gave his life for me,
Rejoice because he has loosed the chains,
and set this captive free!
When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!
12-20-16
I can't wait to unwrap it
The tasty nuggets
The smell, I gotta have it
The greasy hot fries
Box bursting with joy
Oh my gosh
Toy!
April 29th (re-entry)
Have ten minutes to kill
Just enough time to write a poem
“I'm in love with love
Hey, hey, don't shove"
There you go...
with 9 minutes and 45 seconds to spare!
Silly?
© Jack Ellison 2014
In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse
In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
lively one I now can not ride, of course.
Looking on this world, it races away
saddened by hidden darkness holding sway.
With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats
I dream of my love between silken sheets.
Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen
as I recall, fantasies of my teens.
Pounding of my heart when love's race is on
sorrowful stampede when my love has gone.
At such pain, horse speeds into the mists
I beat wailing walls, with my bloody fists.
In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
its premature death, my greatest remorse.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018
Sonnet, 3-04-2018
epulaeryu
Quaker’s best is steel-cut oats.
Raisins drift like boats
on a melted butter moat
where rich almonds float
in brown sugar coats.
Dive in and
gloat!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Fragility, having the potential not to last
the assured ability to become the past
to succumb to what may pass
like broken glass
a burning ash
a torn sash
time erodes all
even those things kept
regardless of those who have wept
broom and wind has finally swept
until there was almost nothing left
and as words fade from memory
flowers decay from withering
feeling emerge from our remembering
the fragile thing we knew would not last
but alas our hopes of holding fast
our friendship our love
our bond to a past
a present fragility has come at last
Fell so hard...and fell so fast
Vs 1
When we first met,
I never thought I could ever love you
My foolish pride,
convinced me that I was so above you
Bridge
(but...)
I love the way you stare, with your sparkling eyes
I love the way you laugh, out loud until you cry
I love the way you move, with such grace and finesse
I love the words you use, the way you catch your breath
Chorus
You see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
I fin'ly found a love... I knew was gonna last
Now all the bad times... from all the bad loves
Are fading... now of you...I can't get enough
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
Vs 2
I remember when you said
our first kiss gave you the shivers
And every time that we
make love I watch you gently quiver
Bridge
I love the way you stare, with your sparkling eyes
I love the way you laugh, out loud until you cry
I love the way you move, with such grace and finesse
I love the words you use, the way you catch your breath
Chorus
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
I fine'ly found a love... that was gonna last
Now all the bad times... from all the bad loves
Are fading ...now of you... I can't get enough
You see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
Postlude
Now in the heart of the night,
I can't stop thinking of you
And when I finally fall asleep,
I start to dream of you....
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 20 2020
It was her kitchen, her family, and my newly-married man, and I aimed to please her by properly being fed.
With a smile and a swish, “We have butterscotch pudding pie for dessert!” My brand spanking new mother-in-law said.
Her excitement had no knowledge of the instant memory of horribleness that leaped instantly to my own quickly confused head.
I tried to take an invisible pretend bite while the family all watched, eagerly waiting but my traitorous mouth played dead.
Tears filled my eyes, as I was unnaturally smothered with the sad, angry hurt of my long-ago favorite butterscotch pie.
The feelings came so damned fast, I could not stop them at all or even slow them down, and they surrounded me, and made me cry.
When I was eleven, my family of origin was in the kitchen, laughing, and playing, and goofing around.
When the phone rang, I was asked to get it, because it was wire-attached to the wall, and I was the closest to the retched sound.
I had never heard my mother wail or keen until that day, certainly never heard her yell, “DICK!” or fall without any game to play.
Our big Dad jumped up faster than we had ever seen, grabbed rag-doll Mom before she hit the kitchen counter in a not so great way.
We all turned pure white, which was odd because we were usually pink. Fascinated, yet, hungry, I took my first bite, and heard the words “Mom is dead, and Dad’s dead too.”
We kids started shaking, sad and scared. Grandma and Grandpa were our king and queen. When things calmed down in a second or two that damned butterscotch pie tasted like glue.
Everyone wailed wild-eyed, faces red. The cousins came, and we huddled together and cried and screamed how great it was sob, sob, that they both went to heaven.
Yes, I know that was many years ago but when my feelings took my body over loud and clear, they clamped my mouth tightly shut, because I was back to 11.